Volume Ii Part 95 (2/2)

_Oct_. I've learnt where my false Rival is to be this Evening; And if you'll join your Sword, you'll find it well employ'd.

_Jul_. Lead on, I'm as impatient of Revenge as you.--

_Oct_. Come this way then, you'll find more Aids to serve us.

[_Go out_.

_Tick_.--So! Thanks be prais'd, all's still again, this Fright were enough to mortify any Lover of less magnanimity than my self.--Well, of all Sins, this itch of Whoring is the most hardy,--the most impudent in Repulses, the most vigilant in watching, most patient in waiting, most frequent in Dangers; in all Disasters but Disappointment, a Philosopher; yet if _Barberacho_ come not quickly, my Philosophy will be put to't, _certo_.

[_This while Sir_ Signal _is venturing from his Post, listening, and slowly advancing towards the middle of the Stage_.

Sir _Sig_. The Coast is once more clear, and I may venture my Carcase forth again,--though such a Salutation as the last, wou'd make me very unfit for the matter in hand.--The Battoon I cou'd bear with the Fort.i.tude and Courage of a Hero: But these dangerous Sharps I never lov'd. What different Rencounters have I met withal to night, _Corpo de me_? A Man may more safely pa.s.s the Gulf of _Lyons_, than convoy himself into a Baudy-House in _Rome_; but I hope all's past, and I will say with _Alexander,--Vivat Esperance en despetto del Fatto_.

[_Advances a little_.

_Tick_. Sure I heard a noise;--No, 'twas only my surmise.

[_They both advance softly, meeting just in the middle of the Stage, and coming close up to each other; both cautiously start back, and stand a tipto in the posture of Fear, then gently feeling for each other, (after listening and hearing no Noise) draw back their Hands at touching each other's; and shrinking up their Shoulders, make grimaces of more Fear_.

_Tick_. _Que Equesto_.

Sir _Sig_. Hah, a Man's Voice!--I'll try if I can fright him hence.

[_Aside_.

_Una Malladette Spiritto Incarnate_.

[_In a horrible tone_.

_Tick_. Hah, _Spiritto Incarnate_! that Devil's Voice I shou'd know.

[_Aside_.

Sir _Sig_. See, Signior! _Una Spiritto_, which is to say, _un Spiritalo, Immortallo, Incorporallo, Inanimate, Immaterialle, Philosophicale, Invisible--Unintelligible--Diavillo_.

[_In the same tone_.

_Tick_. Ay, ay, 'tis my hopeful Pupil, upon the same design with me, my life on't,--cunning young Wh.o.r.e-master;--I'll cool your Courage--good Signior _Diavillo_; if you be the _Diavillo_, I have _una certaina Immaterial Invisible Conjuratione_, that will so neatly lay your _Inanimate unintelligible Diavillos.h.i.+p_.-- [_Pulls out his wooden Sword_.

Sir _Sig_. How! he must needs be valiant indeed that dares fight with the Devil.

[_Endeavours to get away_, Tick, _beats him about the Stage_.]

--Ah, Signior, Signior, _Mia_! ah--_Caspeto de Baccus--he cornuto_, I am a d.a.m.n'd silly Devil that have no dexterity in vanis.h.i.+ng.

[_Gropes and finds the Door--going out, meets just entring_ Fillamour, Galliard _with all the Musick--he retires, and stands close_.

--Hah,--what have we here, new Mischief?--

[Tick. _and he stands against each other, on either side of the Stage_.

_Fil_. Prithee how came we to lose ye?

_Gal_. I thought I had follow'd ye--but 'tis well we are met again. Come tune your Pipes.-- [_They play a little, enter_ Marcella _as before_.

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